Chapter 7

Isabel heard a voice calling to her through the fog of her arousal, she had, she thought, been dreaming of watching a woman seduce, spank and fuck her beautiful young niece.

The voice was still speaking, bringing her back to a reality she didn't want. What she did want, was to put her hands down her damp silk panties that were sticking to her skin, soaked in her own juices. Her hand moved but was held and the voice continued, audible now to her sex clouded mind, repeating for the third time. "Time to wake up now, you've been dreaming, but now you must wake up."

Isabel's eyes flickered open and she found herself looking into the impassive face of Susi; and her bright red lips were moving slowly "Come along. Your daughter was dancing and slipped and has turned her ankle and my Mistress thought you ought to come and see her."

Concern lined Isabel's face and she jumped up, almost colliding with the oriental maid in her hurry to get to her injured daughter. She was almost at the door when she realised that the top of her black satin dress had slipped down, totally exposing her left breast. Pulling it quickly up and over her tit, she left the room and click-clacked down the corridor as fast as she could in her impossibly high black stiletto ankle boots.

She had expected the main lounge to still be thronged with guests, but apart from Jane and Kalin, it was empty. Jane was sitting on the floor, her left leg stretched out in front of her, the right bent and her knee pulled up to her chest as she rubbed her ankle. Her pink satin ballet shoe, with its matching ribbons that criss-crossed over her shapely, white stocking clad calf, offered no support at all to the twisted joint.

Kalin was knelt beside the injured waif, her arm protectively draped around the young girl's shoulder murmuring in the ballerina's ear.

Although she wanted to run to Jane's aid, to look after her as she had always done, Isabel just couldn't trust herself, especially as from the way Jane was sitting, her tutu, that with its tattered edged layers of chiffon looked from a distance as if it was made from white feathers, was pushed up, exposing the lacy briefs she was wearing beneath, the material was so sheer, Isabel was certain she could see Jane's pussy through it, or was that just her over active imagination?

Looking up, Kalin smiled as she saw the conflicting emotions flash across Isabel's face. "Ah here she is, honey." She said to Jane with a small squeeze of encouragement.

Jane looked up, her pale eyes just managing to hold back the tears, and Isabel had to control her desire to run over and throw her arms around her. She looked beautiful with her hair neatly coifed into a French pleat, her long graceful neck, redolent of the swan she had just been evoking so elegantly in her dance, merging into bare flesh above the corseted top of her outfit, the half cups, trimmed with white downy fur that managed to enhance her small breasts to perfection as the light picked out faint traceries of gold thread that continued the feathered motif.

"You should have seen her dance, Isabel." Kalin said, sounding as proud as Isabel would have been. Well, maybe Isabel wouldn't have been too proud to see her darling child dance before the lecherous guests, Kalin giving them all a chance to change their sealed bids, and several had done so, the winner pledging one hundred and fifty thousand for the chance to be the first to choreograph her own dance with the nubile but still virgin ballerina. But Jane hadn't been aware of any of that, she had been too engrossed in the dance and, of course, the trance Susi had so expertly weaved as she prepared her for the performance.

After the auction was over and everyone was congratulating the winner, if not sincerely, then at least eagerly as they anticipated the culmination of the evening, Jane had climactically fallen to the floor to rounds of applause. As the guests moved off to the viewing room, Kalin had talked to her, telling her how she had fallen and twisted her ankle, and Susi was despatched to fetch her mum.

"I don't think it is too serious." Kalin said comfortingly. "But, just to be certain I think she should see a doctor. My physician lives just next door."

In reply to the look on Isabel's face that Kalin correctly interpreted as stemming from a lack of funds, she added. "Don't worry; I'll pick up the tab. It's the least I can do, if Jane hadn't agreed to dance for me this would never have happened. Susi will tell you how to get there."

No sooner had Kalin said this than Susi, who had entered as silently as a ghost, despite wearing identical boots to Isabel, all but whispered next to Isabel's ear. "Just relax, Isabella, and you will be at the doctor's before you know it."

Isabel sighed as she looked up from the three month old copy of Vogue, she glanced sideways, and not for the first time, her eyes were drawn irresistibly to the small area of flesh between the lacy tops of Jane's stockings and the bottom of her frilly tutu, her eyes moved up until she was watching the slow rhythmic rise and fall of her daughters breasts and almost imagined she could hear the white ribbons that laced the garment up the front groan in protest as she breathed in, and for a moment she imagined pulling the tails of the bow and releasing the soft fleshy mounds.

"The doctor will see you now, Miss Wearing."

Isabel jumped at the sound, her head whipping round, but Jane just continued to stare straight ahead, oblivious of both her mother's previous inspection and the young blonde nurse who stood just outside of the door beside which they had been waiting for what seemed like hours.

"What?" Isabel queried.

The nurse took a deep breath, pushing her breasts against the tight white material of her uniform that was unzipped almost down to the navy blue elasticated belt that cinched her waist. "I said. 'The doctor will see you now, Miss Wearing.'"

Still Isabel didn't move and the nurse tapped the toe of her high-heeled white pumps impatiently. "The doctor is very busy." She said and Isabel turned to Jane saying. "Come on, Honey."

"Just you, miss." The nurse said, explaining. "As you are a new client, the doctor needs to ask a few questions and as your daughter is injured, the doctor thought it would be better to see you alone first and explain what is going to happen."

This made at least some sense to Isabel and she reached out to put the magazine back on the table from which she had taken it. Or at least she thought she had, for there was no table, in fact the waiting room seemed to be just a long corridor that reminded Isabel of Kalin's house.

A little disoriented, Isabel stood and dropped the glossy mag on her chair and followed the nurse into the brightly lit doctor's office, her eyes fixed on her buttocks that swayed pleasantly as they were squeezed together by her tight skirt that didn't quite cover her stocking tops that, Isabel noted, were the same pattern of lace as Jane's.

The room, which was almost devoid of furnishings and decorations, was dominated by a large black leather upholstered examination table that rose out of the floor on a central pole like a dentist's chair, and an old fashioned oak desk, behind which the doctor sat writing on the back of a buff record card, and in front of which was a black swivel chair.

"Miss Wearing, doctor." The nurse announced, her voice now more breathy and girly than it had been as she had addressed Isabel, and she twirled a lock of her curly hair that had escaped from her crisp white paper nurses cap, as if waiting for a reward.

"Thank you, Gwen." The doctor said as she looked up from her notes, pushing her black-rimmed spectacles up her slender nose and sitting back as she gave Isabel a long appraising look, the corners of her glossy red lips lifting into an easy smile. "Please sit down."

Isabel lowered herself into her chair as the doctor said. "I'm Dr Charlotte. Please tell me what happened."

"We were at a party." Isabel started, but was interrupted by Charlotte.

"A fancy dress party I presume? It isn't very often we get a sexy French maid and a ballerina in the surgery."

Suddenly realising what the pair of them must look like Isabel smiled and said, just as nurse Gwen perched on the corner of her boss's desk, giving Isabel a lovely view of her thigh, "Oh, no, you see..."

Charlotte smiled at the nurse and from the breast pocket of her white lab coat, she pulled out what Isabel at first thought was a thermometer or a thin white pen, but turned out to be a flat red sugary lollipop that she passed to Gwen, who took it and started to lick the glistening top with long, languid strokes of her tongue.

Turning her attention back to Isabel, Charlotte said. "It's alright; I know you were at one of Kalin's parties, you serving and your daughter providing the cabaret." She let her hand almost idly move to Gwen's knee and gently moved up to caress her stocking covered thigh. "As was I." She added, pleased with the look of confusion on Isabel's face, a look that was not helped as Charlotte continued. "In fact we still are. You see, I paid a very large sum of money, Isabella, to spend time with your lovely daughter."

The use of her new name made Isabella feel strange, the desires she had been suppressing for so long threatened to overwhelm her, especially as Gwen continued to lick her lolly, whilst Charlotte stroked her thigh.

"I, I don't understand." Isabella said. "Kalin wanted someone to sponsor Jane through her course."

Both Charlotte and Gwen laughed. "You really think we are so altruistic. Heaven forbid. No we were bidding to have the honour of deflowering your precious, sweet, innocent daughter, and for an extra grand I got Kalin to throw you in as well."

"No way!" Isabella said, even as she thrilled at the idea of seeing in reality what she had dreamed about so often these last few days.

"Kalin said you'd object." Charlotte lied, for it had in fact been Kalin that had suggested to Charlotte that Isabel be included in the 'play', as she liked to call her clients liaisons with her unwitting prostitutes. She had even sweetened the pot by offering Charlotte half her money back if Isabella refused to go along with it and spoiled her enjoyment, although if that did happen, Charlotte could simply restart the encounter without Isabella, although after it had been suggested, Charlotte found it did add a certain piquancy to her own fantasy.

"What we are going to do, me and your ex-waitress, and now my nurse, Gwen, is fuck your darling daughter while you watch."

Isabella was about to object, but Charlotte was not finished, she leant forward earnestly, her light blue eyes glinting behind her glasses, and removed her hand from Gwen's leg, and Isabella couldn't help but look at the swelling mounds beneath her starchy white coat.

With the doctor no longer showing her any attention, Gwen dropped the half licked lollipop into a bin and stood behind and just to the side of Charlotte as the doctor continued. "And when we've finished, if you've been a very good girl and not interrupted, well..."

She didn't need to finish, for Gwen's actions spoke louder than words ever could. She placed her red nailed hands on her skirt and with a sinuous wiggle of her hips the tight skirt slowly rose to reveal her bare, shaven pussy.

"That's right." Charlotte confirmed. "As a reward for being a very good girl, you get to play with a very naughty little girl."

Isabella felt her breasts tingle in anticipation and was once again aware of how nicely damp silk felt against her skin as she imagined how sweet Gwen's pussy would be, how wonderful it would be to feel her squirm with pleasure as she came in response to Isabella's tongue.

But Charlotte wasn't finished, the bait had been taken but the strike remained to be made. "And if you are a very, very good girl, and encourage where appropriate, well then, maybe, I'll let you play with Jane as well as Gwen. And the beauty is, that when we have finished with them, Susi will take them both away and they will return completely unaware of anything that has happened. It's why we put up with Kalin's exorbitant fees."

Isabella could hardly get her breath and her heart pounded beneath her aching tits, and even though she knew it was wrong, when Charlotte asked her if she was ready, her head seemed to nod of its own accord.

"In that case." Charlotte said to Gwen, "I think you should go and bring in the patient."

"Yes, Doctor." Gwen said, in her girly voice and walked towards the door, her still bare arse swaying with each step. As her hand touched the handle she stopped as Charlotte asked. "Haven't you forgotten something, nurse?"

Biting her bottom lip, Gwen turned to face Isabella and Dr Charlotte saying at first. "I don't think so doctor." But when she saw where both women were looking she giggled and struggled, but finally managed to pull down her skirt, hiding Isabella's promised reward.

"That's better." Charlotte said with a grin. "We don't want the shy virgin ballerina to get the wrong idea, do we?"

Gwen managed to force the skirt back in to position before lifting her hands to her breasts and pushing them up to their plump best as she said. "Or even the right idea at the wrong time."

"Oh, precisely." Charlotte agreed as she stood and moved around the desk, leaning against it, one black booted leg crossed over the other at the ankle, her white coat splitting to the last button and displaying, for a woman who was at least as old as Isabel, a shapely bestockinged thigh as she waited for her purchase to arrive.

She wasn't disappointed as Gwen returned with Jane who hopped on one leg, an arm around Gwen's shoulder for support that was helped by Gwen's arm that snaked around her back and under Jane's arm, her fingers resting against the cup of Jane's white basque.

Appearing concerned, Charlotte approached nurse and patient and helped to support her as Gwen guided Jane to the bottom of the four-foot high examination table. Isabella, for all she wanted to cry out and warn her offspring of what awaited her, simply sat and watched, just offering a smile as Jane looked in her direction.

"Let's just pop you on the table." Charlotte said as Gwen adjusted the top that was split in three, the bottom part dropped and the top third was tilted at forty-five degrees to act as a backrest. Even with Charlotte's hands resting on Jane's corseted narrow waist helping her, Jane failed to make the high table top, her flouncy skirt catching on the edge.

Helpfully, Charlotte said, "Here, let's make you a bit more comfortable." Her hands, that still rested on Jane's waist now slipped round to the small of her back, found the fastening just where Kalin had said it would be and the light, feathery skirt came away in Charlotte's hands, revealing bare flesh between Jane's sheer lacy panties, that did indeed fail to completely hide Jane's unsullied pussy, and the bottom of her corset, and Charlotte found it almost impossible to suppress a groan of desire, as did Isabella, but for now they both needed to maintain their guises of doctor and concerned mother.

With the skirt passed to Gwen, who quite unceremoniously dropped it beneath the table, Charlotte replaced her hands on Gwen's now naked waist, feeling the dancers toned musculature, and as Jane hopped, Charlotte boosted her on to the table. "I must get that table lowered." Charlotte said as she feasted her eyes on Jane's panties with their pearlescent lace butterfly that seemed to be drinking from the sweet source beneath the flimsy material.

"Now just sit back and relax and let me have a look at that naughty foot." Charlotte said, bringing forth a warm smile from Jane as she let her back rest against the warm black leather and felt Gwen take her wrist in her delicate fingers as if feeling for a pulse.

As Charlotte put one hand behind Jane's left knee, the other gently cradling the back of the calf, Jane sounded a little embarrassed as she said. "Er, doctor, it's the right leg that's hurting."

Charlotte looked up and explained. "I know, honey, but everyone's legs are different, so you need to examine the good one to see what, if anything, is different on the other."

Turning to Gwen, Charlotte said. "Until we can get the height of the table adjusted you better raise the sides, nurse. I'd hate for Jane to jump and fall off."

"Yes, doctor." Gwen replied and put Jane's arm across her lap as she reached down and pulled up a six-inch high restraint made of chrome plated tubes and locked it into place before going round behind Jane and repeating the action on the other side.

Whilst Gwen was fixing the sides Charlotte was caressing Jane's calf in a way that Isabella did not think was exactly professional. Moving fractionally forward as she squeezed Jane's ankle so that her satin shoed foot was just pressing against Charlotte's pussy the doctor said. "Now just wiggle your toes for me."

Obediently Jane did as her doctor requested and Charlotte stroked the side of her satin shoe as the toes rubbed against her and Charlotte had to choke down a moan of pleasure. "I think it would be better if we take these shoes off." She said as she rested Jane's foot more firmly against her before reaching out and undoing the ribbon that was neatly tied in a bow beneath the girl's knee.

Like someone unwrapping a Christmas present, Charlotte gently unwound the baby pink silk ribbons before finally removing of the soft slipper.

Licking her red glossy lips in anticipation, Charlotte traced the delicate arch through the silky stockings making Jane jump, but Charlotte had a firm hold at the back of her ankle and Jane's squirming against the tickle only increased the throb in the doctor's pussy. After a few seconds she relented as Jane giggled, "That tickled!"

"Right, now we know how your good leg feels, we can have a look at the poorly one," Charlotte said as she finally released Jane's foot, adding with a warm smile. "I promise I won't tickle."

The whole process was repeated and Jane was quite surprised that she felt no pain in her ankle as Charlotte examined it and proved herself a liar as she tickled the right foot at least as much as she had the left.

"Well, I can't find anything wrong, it might just be a muscle strain, but I think we ought to make sure." Charlotte said as she stood once more.

"Can you take her pulse please, nurse." Charlotte asked and once again Jane found her wrist lifted by Gwen's delicate hand. After a few seconds Gwen said. "It seems a little fast, doctor."

"Are you sure?" Charlotte asked, sounding a little concerned, and took hold of Jane's other wrist to confirm the nurse's judgement. With Jane distracted. Gwen moved to the door and wheeled a large black cylinder on top of which was a circular dial and a long plastic pipe that ended in a clear plastic mask.

"Hmm," Charlotte sounded a little concerned. "It is a little fast, especially for someone as obviously well conditioned as you are, my dear. Maybe we should help you relax a little before we continue with the examination, that's alright isn't it mommy?"

Even if Isabella had realised that the mommy Charlotte was referring to was her, it is unlikely she would have noticed she was being addressed, for her eyes were fixed on the nurse who had opened the valve and raised the mask to her face and taken a couple of deep breaths before letting the hand that held the mask drop to her side. Her eyes were fluttering as her free hand went to her breast, bright red nails standing out starkly against the material of her dress through which her now erect nipple was clearly visible.

"Mom?" Jane queried and reluctantly Isabella dragged her gaze away from Gwen and towards her daughter.

"What, honey?" she asked, annoyed at the interruption.

"I was asking if it would be alright to give Jane a full examination." Charlotte said as she continued to hold Jane's wrist, well aware that Isabella knew exactly what she meant. And then, as much as a cue to Gwen, who was still out of Jane's view she added. "Once she's nice and relaxed of course, that's okay isn't it, mommy."

This, Isabella knew as Gwen moved silently to stand next to Jane, was the moment of truth, she could object and Charlotte had said she would stop, or she could satisfy her desires and betray her lovely daughter. She glanced at Gwen who blew her a kiss and pushed out her chest, reminding Isabella of what her reward would be; and her decision was made. She even dared to hope that Charlotte would think she was being very, very good as she smiled at Jane and said. "Yes, honey, I think you should relax and let Dr Charlotte do whatever she wants to you."

Gwen smiled, licked her lips and raised the mask in front of Jane's face, for an instant Jane tried to move her head but she was too slow and the mask was pressed over her nose and mouth, muffling the protest that Isabella tried to ignore, especially the sound of anguish as she called out futilely to her mom for help.

She tried to hold her breath and would have flailed at Gwen, but Charlotte had grabbed her free arm, holding them both across her firm stomach. Gwen was stronger than she appeared and Jane was unable to move her head to either side and eventually she had to breathe and her lungs filled with the anaesthetic gas, her pounding heart rushing the narcotic round her body to her brain and her struggling became feebler, her eyes rolling up into her head and Charlotte nodded to Gwen who lifted the mask just before Jane passed out, her head lolling to one side as the restraining pressure was released.

"Well done." Charlotte said, "Both of you. I'm so pleased you agreed to go along, mommy."

"So am I." Gwen added and blew another pouted kiss towards the seated Isabella.

Jane moaned softly, her head lifting just a fraction before falling back against the raised backrest. "Keep her at that level, nurse, until I'm finished prepping her." Charlotte said, obviously wanting to continue the medical fantasy, which was helped by Gwen's reply of "Yes, doctor."

Taking another deep breath from the mask herself, Gwen watched Jane like a hawk putting the mask over her nose and mouth each time she appeared to be coming too. Meanwhile Dr Charlotte busied herself fixing two stirrups to the end of the examination table and, as Gwen lowered the backrest back to the horizontal, Charlotte, almost reverentially, lifted Jane's legs and placed them in the stirrups before tightening straps over each ankle and just below her knees.